Captain Liu was anxious, "Then tell me, tell me your conditions." If the village could have a barefoot doctor like Song Yun, the villagers would save a lot of trouble when seeing a doctor, and they wouldn't have to worry about the trouble. He couldn't remember how many times he had been woken up late at night to help take the elderly and children to the hospital. It was too painful, especially because he was afraid that something might happen on the way.
Song Yun thought for a moment and said, "Well, let me explain. If I can do it, I'll take the qualification exam. If I can't, then I'll just forget about it."
Captain Liu saw that there was still hope, "You tell me what you want to say."
"First, I can't treat patients at my home. You have to find me a place at the brigade headquarters. Second, except for emergencies that can't wait, everyone has to go to the brigade headquarters for unified treatment at the time I specify. For example, I only see patients in the mornings from Monday to Sunday. In the afternoons, I have to collect herbs and make medicine. Third, I'm a barefoot doctor and don't receive a salary. The work points the team gives me can only support my consultations. As for medicine, if you want the herbs I collect, you have to exchange them for something. It doesn't matter what it is, vegetables grown in the fields, refined rice or coarse grains, chicken eggs or duck eggs, etc. It's all up to you."
Captain Liu considered these conditions carefully. Actually, they weren't excessive. Didn't going to the health center to see a doctor and buy medicine cost money? The educated youth from Song only collected some vegetables and eggs from the farmers. They could give more or less if they had more, depending on their conscience.
"Xiao, I can make the decision on this matter. After I finish taking care of your Aunt Qian's affairs, I will take you to see Director Huang at dawn."
The two of them were whispering about this behind the cart. Qi Mo Nan pushed the cart in front. Carpenter Liu was thinking about his old wife and had no intention of listening to what they were whispering about.
It was already 2:30 in the morning when the oxcart arrived in town. The doctor on duty at the town clinic was shocked when he saw the wound on Aunt Qian's forehead and the silver needle inserted into it. "What happened? How did you get hurt like this? Who gave you this needle?"
Captain Liu quickly explained the situation. The doctor on duty looked at Song Yun with suspicion, "Can acupuncture with silver needles actually stop bleeding? Is that a lie?"
Song Yun didn't say much, because no one would believe her even if she did. She walked over to Aunt Qian and took out two of the silver needles from her head.
As soon as the two silver needles were removed, the wound began to bleed immediately.
The doctor on duty stared with wide eyes, and saw Song Yun put the needle back in again, and the bleeding stopped.
Song Yun said to the doctor on duty, "My aunt's forehead injury can't be delayed any longer."
The doctor on duty came back to his senses, the doubt in his eyes disappeared completely, and he nodded repeatedly, "Oh, I'll contact the surgeon right away." He had just seen the wound, which looked scary, but the injury was not particularly serious, and the bleeding had stopped. The person was in a coma due to excessive blood loss, so the corresponding treatment was necessary.
Song Yun didn't need to worry about what happened next. Aunt Qian was pushed into the operating room to treat her wound, and she would need a blood transfusion depending on the situation.
Late in the night, Song Yun and the others were sitting on a bench in the corridor outside the operating room, waiting. Carpenter Liu had just received confirmation from the doctor that although the injury looked serious, it was actually not too serious and that she would be fine after she woke up and rested for a while. Carpenter Liu was obviously much more relaxed now. He walked up to Song Yun and bowed deeply to her. "Song Zhiqing, thank you! If it weren't for you, my wife probably wouldn't have survived. Thank you!"
The word "thank you" couldn't express his gratitude. He said to Song Yun, "When I get back, I'll make you a large wardrobe. It's free."
Large wardrobes are not cheap. Even someone as wealthy as Song Yun only ordered one wardrobe for the room she would live in. The other rooms were filled with camphorwood wardrobes, which were cheap and practical.
"No, no, I didn't do anything. Don't be polite with me. There is no room for a wardrobe in my room." Song Yun smiled and waved her hand. This was the truth.
Carpenter Liu didn't care what she said. He had made up his mind that even if she didn't want the wardrobe, he would make some other furniture and send it over.
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